Happy Birthday, Vortex!

Kidney ~ma, Morgana.

Yesterday the thermometer I was using on my daughter was reading 105 degrees, and she was miserable. Today she woke up and asked what we were going to do today because, "you didn't take me to the park yesterday."

There was a survey a few years back that looked into happiness. It found that on average, people hit a nadir of personal happiness around their mid-40s. From there, as they get older, they also get happier. People in their 60s are, on average, happier than people in their 20s.

Birthday Happies, Vortex!

I think my personal nadir was around the age of 13. Everything has gone up since then except for a tight 6 months around age 17.

Happy birthday, Vortex!

My 20s weren't terrible by any stretch, but I never really felt comfortable in my own skin until I turned 30 and was able to lose a lot of the expectations of how people in their 20s are supposed to act. For people who are really good at the things 25 year-olds are supposed to enjoy, those years probably are the best years of their lives. For the rest of us, not so much.

(Growing up, my mother used to say I was born with a mental age of 47. I just never quite got the hang of being young.)

Happy birthday Vortex!!

Happy Birthday, Vortex!

Also: loved the cat expose.

And the Emmett story.

And the Loki riffing.

ETA: I managed to break my second Kindle fire. . . or possibly it was a lemon. I don't know. Sigh. I have books that I want to read and I need my device to work.

Morgana, tons of health~ma for you.

Happy birthday, Vortex!

Morgana, much kidney~ma to you.

By and large I'm enjoying my 40s. My health isn't too bad. My finances, while not utterly fabulous, are better than they have been. I like my home, my neighbors, some parts of my job. I have things to work toward and a reasonable expectation of achieving some of them. Would I like to have a Chris Evans look-alike rub my feet while I recline on my velvet chaise lounge in my Victorian mansion? Sure. But even without that, life's pretty good.